Rooms

Who: Allison Argent
Where: Teen Wolf, Hotel Lobby, First Available Door (DC Comics - hey at least there's no plague)
When: Tonight
What: Allison comes back after a few months absence and doesn't like what she remembers

( She had to get out of there )

Who: Allison and Scott
What: Hanging out, possible door hopping, you know, the usual
Where: Scott's house
When: Recently
Warnings: None right now

( Another joke? Well, if you insist. There are two fish in a tank, one fish turns to the other fish and says 'Huh, do you know how to drive this thing?' )

Who: Allison Argent and Peter Parker (is there an award for most random canon pair up?)
What: Dream Sharing! (aka Allison has a thing for quippy dudes and Peter has a bad habit of finding the girls with the best hair)
Where: Allison's brain
When: Recent-ish
Warnings: None that I can think of unless this dream goes to a really weird place.

( Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, starlight and dewdrops are awaiting thee (lol) )

Who: Campbell boys
What: A rescue attempt
When: Immediately after hotel shenanigans
Where: Beacon Hills, Teen Wolf door.


( His buzz had worn off the second he'd realized he was covered in some other fucking dude's spunk and that he didn't have time to have a fucking shower before going after his kid brother who sounded worse than when he'd been living with zombies as company )

[Locked Entry to Kira Yukimura]

Hey, Kira. It's uh, Allison. But I think it says that - anyway. Do you have a minute?

[Text message to Scott McCall]

Hey, Scott. What's going on? Seriously? What's going on?

Who: Allison Argent
Where: Her storage unit then the woods.
When: Timeline fuzzy - just assume this happens often enough in the middle of the night
What: Hauntings and hiking and reading? Not necessarily in that order. And also deer death.

( Well I woke up to the sound of silence and cries were cutting like knives in a fist fight )

[Scott sent out a locked post to everyone from his door except for Stiles, asking them to come to his house immediately, that it was an emergency. He couldn't answer the messages after that, too busy trying to wrap his head around what was happening. He went through the motions of picking up his house, although it wasn't too bad off, outside of having his and Stiles clothes and clutter in the living room. Except now Stiles was gone, replaced with something he didn't recognize. He didn't want to tell them all separately, just in case, at this point he was nervous about everyone. The door to the house was unlocked so people could walk in.

Scott himself was waiting for them, still a little shaky from everything that happened before. He hadn't known whether to include Jackson and Peter on the list, since they were all on shaky grounds, but at this point it seemed necessary to have all hands on deck. Especially since he had no way of knowing if Stiles was going to target them. He didn't look good, mostly from worry, paler than usual and he hadn't gotten sleep in a long time. He waited for the others to arrive.]

WHO: Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall & eventually Evil!Stiles
WHERE: McCall Home
WHEN: Right after her conversation with Scott
WHAT: Kira needs to talk to Scott, things do not go according to her plan
RATING: PG - some violence

( being the new girl sucked )

[Delivery to Lydia M, at her home, late Monday afternoon.]

[The flowers are extravagant, obviously, because he doesn't know how to do anything low key. The card tucked in among the blooms is handwritten in Jackson's tight scrawl and reads, quite simply:]

Sorry.

[There is no other note, nothing to really indicate that he sent them other than his handwriting, if she still recognizes it.]

Who: Jackson & Lydia
What: Picking Jackson up from the hospital
Where: Beacon Hills Hospital
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: Jackson being an ass
Status: Completed!

[For some reason, Jackson had been expecting it to be more difficult to check himself out. The bandage wound around his head, still stained with his blood, hid the fact that the wounds were almost healed. Even if he felt a bit woozy from the impact, even if his muscles still ached, he was fine. So he checked himself out and got out of there as quickly as he could, and he was still shrugging on his button down over his under shirt when he stepped off the elevator to the lobby. Like hell he was gonna let Lydia see him laying in a damned hospital bed. It had been over six months since they had seen one another, and he wasn't going to fuck it up yet again.

The tendons in his neck stood out as he leaned against a pillar to wait, arms folded over his chest, his presence garnering more than a few looks given the blood his shirts were covered in. He'd change later. At home.]

[Friday afternoon, after school has let out for the day, emergency personnel respond to a multi-vehicle accident less than a quarter mile from Beacon Hills High School. Eyewitnesses on the scene state that it was a Porsche driven by Jackson Whittemore, 18, that caused the accident, slamming into the back of a vehicle stopped for a red light, causing a chain-reaction that affected three vehicles in total. Ambulances were on scene to take Whittemore and two other individuals to the local hospital. Police are currently investigating the cause of the accident, and more details are expected to emerge as the day progresses.]

Who: Jackson & Scott
What: An encounter
Where: Beacon Hills High School swimming pool
When: Recent!
Warnings/Rating: TBD
Status: In progress

( It was good to be back, but Jackson still had reservations. )

( Log: Stiles/Scott, cut for length )

Who: Allison and Lydia
What: We start with a nightmare.
Where: Lydia's house
When: After this
Warnings/Rating: Nightmare haunting?

( The exposition got long....tl;dr - Allison is having a bad night, yo )

Who: Stiles and Lydia
What: Hospital visits. So dramatic. So traumatic. So much fun.
Where: Beacon Hills hospital.
When: The day following this, i.e. a few hours later.
Warnings/Rating: Pending? I don't think anything harsh. It's Stiles and Lydia. They're cute teenagers.

( The entire ER staff knew both Scott and his best friend on sight, so they all collectively rolled their eyes and accepted the half-truth. )

[After/during the texts and subsequent call.

It is quite literally a dark and stormy night at the high school, which is completely dark and abandoned. Every single cliché available is on site: the unoccupied silence, the periodic thunder, the spattered shower building up to a downpour, the landscape lights out and the windows already glistening. Even neighboring streetlights are out.

The only light immediately available is from two sidelights of Stiles' abandoned jeep, parked askew into the handicap spot with the driver's side door hanging open, and flashing its emergencies in periodic ticks of orange floods. The orange light is like a heartbeat, outlining everything before the darkness returns. Beat, orange lighting up the wet lawn and glistening sidewalk. Beat, orange: the unoccupied classroom windows, spattered with rain and shadow. Beat, orange: the padlocked doors and soaked bricks. Beat, orange, darkness.

Nearing the school at the right angle, one can see the source of the problem: a downed streetlight, a long candycane of metal, has fallen from the edge of the parking lot and landed on one of the buildings. No classes are going to be held there tomorrow, but since it only caught the edge of the roof, it simply looks strange and tilted there in the silhouette of the emergency light, not catastrophic.

Beat, orange, darkness. Thunder. Beat, orange, black, beat, orange--a sudden white hot piece of lightning cuts out of the sky, and a spotlight taking up the whole property in one eye-watering flash, and in the ensuing silence following the thunder, the sound of Stiles banging on the metal door of the basement sneaks through the pause.]

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